Last night was bad. But at least I know what to do. And I am so glad that I have you, 24/7. Despite not feeling well, you called to make sure I was alright.

I will be.

Going to work now! Tata!

When there will be no pretense.

When you promised not to laugh (but still you did! hmph!) when I told you about my dreams of being a policewoman in HK as well as to be a some kind of dancer (I have forgotten the exact term) in US.

When you took 3 buses just to reach home all 'cos I was choosy about the type of buses to take. No stinky, dirty-looking buses!

When I can tell you anything that is on my mind and won't think that it's silly. Even if it's so, I will make sure that you will promise not to laugh at me.

When the only thing I do when I think of you is to smile.

Thank you so much. :)

A beautiful stranger smiled at me on the train today. I smiled back.

It suddenly rained heavily on my way home. I shared my umbrella with a stranger.

Let me cry with the rain, just for that little while.

It'll be unfair to you. What should I do? Maybe we shouldn't meet for dinner after all.

What will you do, if you are lost in the streets? Will you:
A) stay put, cry and wait for someone to come
B) approach someone and ask for directions
C) venture out on your own and hope to find your destination

What will I do? Where is my destination? Why not let me tell you what I have been doing. There I am, still standing right at my original position, and trying to head left. Heading left will lead me into this dark alley. I have tried to walk through it many times, only to realise that I am still afraid of walking through it. Dark alleys are always pictured as dangerous, aren't they? And so, the cowardly me, will always revert to my original position eventually. As cliche as it sounds, there might be a rainbow awaiting for me at the end of the dark alley. And all I have to do is to walk through it and happiness, too, awaits me right there. But I still, do not have the courage to walk through the dark alley.

I did that, two years ago. I finally plucked up the courage and walked through the dark alley. What can't I do it this time round? Every attempt down the dark alley increases my chances of getting to my destination, for with every attempt, I will struggle to move one more inch and one more step. Maybe for every hesitation that holds me back, I will note it down and remind myself what exactly will make me happy. It might be hard and slow initially, but I know I will get through this.

Do I really want to walk through the dark alley? Why not try turning right instead? But I have totally no idea where my right is.


It is like smoking without you knowing that I do smoke.
It is like breaking up without you knowing that I even exist.
It is like deleting your messages without you knowing that that I have once kept them close to my heart.
It is like baking something without you knowing that I have baked.
It is like cutting myself on the wrist without you knowing that the scars even exist.

It is just never-ending and the list can just go on.


If I can do it two years ago, I can do it this time round. And thank you to you for 'enlightening' me. What can I do without you? You are absolutely right. Nothing's constant. But, do remember my promise to you.

Hello you. I will try my best to love you still, for you deserve nothing less than that, for being such a bitch. Hating you is not an option, for I am, in all ways, yes ALL ways, more fortunate than you are. Hate me if you want. Scold me if you want. For it won't prick me. Oh yah, I want to thank you so much, for making me see the true side of you. For now, I will not try to defend you from anything.

And you know what? You have made me really pissed, to deserve such an entry from me. It seems that my silence hasn't been doing any good for you. When will you learn?

The little boy didn't have to choose between the yellow and the red crayon, for it didn't matter that much anymore. The red crayon just wasn't fit to be used, for it was broken into many tiny pieces. Why was it broken? No one knew for sure. Sometimes reasons were not necessary. The red crayon would just stain and dirty the little boy's hands if he was to use it. And for that, he wouldn't want to I guess.

Goodbye 2006. Welcome 2007.

In my world, there's only black and white.

Nothing else.

It's either yes, or no.

No in betweens.

New year. New start.

Let there be tears,
let there be laughter.

Let there be pain, fear and hurt.

Let me brave through these all,

let me not hide.

Let me heal,

and let me love again.

For I am just an ordinary girl, nothing special, nothing great. Show me happiness, and I will smile for you.

Love, like there's no tomorrow.
What say you?

Hello stranger. Are we too close for comfort?

Contradiction.

Have I ever told you that I am a very greedy person? Or perhaps you have already known this very fact, for I am just a simple-minded person. I don't like to lose my independence, but at the same time, I want to have someone to depend on, someone who is always there for me. I have just contradicted myself right? What's new? I don't like to lie, but I feel that white lies are necessary. Yet another contradiction. I want to leave, yet I can't bear to. I am easily contented, yet I am greedy and always want more, nothing else but the best. I don't want to be disturbed, yet I want you to ask.

I think I should just go to bed. Nights.